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Yu Fei, not knowing where she got the courage, picked up the red wine glass from the table and poured it on Feng's face.

The red wine trickled down Fern's hair and onto her face, her chin, and onto his curly-colored sweater.

Feng had always felt that Yu Fei was very warm and gentle, not like a CEO of a company, but more like a lady who didn't leave her home. Suddenly